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[#081] The Scariest There Is (Mo Dao Zu Shi)
Theme Prompt: 081: Haunted House
Title: The Scariest There Is
Fandom: Mo Dao Zu Shi
Rating/Warnings: Teen, minor end spoilers, minor hint at sex.
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 999
Summary: Wei WuXian takes his family to a haunted house.
The modern world had a lot to offer, Wei WuXian thought. It was fun to live a long time, and find things to drag his family into.
Like the things called haunted houses, things created by people who had never met a single spirit or demon in their life, for people much the same, meant to scare people. Wei WuXian liked to drag Lan Zhan to them and laugh. Which was rude, he was told, but he was the Yiling Patriarch, most feared of all Cultivators of his time. How was he supposed to be scared of people dressed in silly costumes and machines making weird noises?
It was even more fun to drag the kids into it, though. And Wen Ning had insisted on coming with them, not knowing what he was getting into, when he heard that they were going to an amusement part with A-Yuan. The most unexpected member of their party was ZuwuJun, though. WuXian had not expected the esteemed leader of the Gusu Lan Clan to tag along to an amusement park of all things. Not that he minded at all; the more the merrier!
Wen Ning was clearly regretting his decision, that much became clear from the moment they stepped inside and the first rustle was heard. The fiercest of Fierce Corpses had Wei WuXians arm in a vice grip, and WuXian was pretty sure that he would have some very vibrant bruises as a result. Wen Ning flinched at every sound, and stayed tightly pressed to WuXian. It probably didn't help that Lan Zhan was glowering at the poor Ghost General, either.
Attached to WuXians other arm was Jin Ling, WuXians most adorable (and only) nephew. The young man didn't have as strong a grip as Wen Ning did, but it was pretty strong from centuries of Cultivation, nonetheless. Jin Ling was very decidedly not looking at Wei WuXian, and most assuredly pretending that he wasn't at all scared, even though he pressed into WuXians arm each time he thought he saw something move. He would pull away as soon as he realised that he was clinging so tightly to Wei WuXian, only to be back at it a few moments later.
Lan XiChen, WuXians brother-in-law, was walking at the front, with the garish not-actually-spooky plastic lantern provided them in hand. He looked perfectly at ease, a soft smile on his lips. Each time a person would jump out of their hiding spot, he would give them a polite little nod. It seemed to unsettle most of the workers to notice that he wasn't the least bit surprised.
Lan JingYi was clutching A-Yuans hand tightly in his, another brave soul pretending like he wasn't flinching something violently every time a rattling laugh filled with static was set off via a motion sensor.
Taking up the rear was Lan Zhan, WuXians very dear husband, stoically keeping an eye on all of them. Most of all on Wen Ning, but technically he was watching them all. If anyone strayed, Lan Zhan would notice.
It was funny, all of it.
"You know you don't need to be scared," WuXian said into the darkness of the room. "You're way scarier than anyone else here, A-Ning." He poked Wen Ning in the shoulder. Wen Ning whimpered, and flinched closer as a plastic bat swept over their heads.
"Dad, don't make Uncle Ning sad," A-Yuan scolded. He swung his and JingYis hands a little, at an attempt to ease his rattled friends nerves. WuXian felt Lan Zhans glare shift to his back.
"D-don't be ri-diculous," Jin Ling scoffed with false bravado. "The most terrible one is you, Wei WuXian. Animating corpses whenever you feel like it." There was a bit of a hush in their surroundings, as though the people overhearing didn't know if that was a joke or not.
WuXian laughed. There had been so much more bite in those kind of insults in the past. Now, they were just endearing. "Should I toss you to the next ghost then, Jin Ling?"
Jin Ling paled in the darkness. "Don't you dare..!" WuXian laughed. Jin Ling glared. "Don't mock me!" WuXian laughed more. Jin Ling wasn't letting go of his arm, even as he fumed. Up ahead, WuXian saw XiChen cover a chuckle.
Jin Ling and Wen Ning both froze against WuXians arms, when they heard an eerie voice count.
One....
Two...
Three...
Four...
The voice, a feminine, bleak-sounding one, stopped. Counted again. Got stuck on the four.
"O~h~" WuXian chimed cheerfully. "Auspicious~"
"Isn't it the opposite?" XiChen asked, with a soft tone. His gaze flickered toward his brother. "WanJi, don't glare so."
WuXian followed his gaze, and looked over at Lan Zhan as well. He was glaring directly at WuXian. WuXian felt an excited shiver run down his spine. "What's up, Lan Zhan? Are you jealous? Of me? Over me? Both? Are you upset A-Yuan called me dad instead of you? Heh-he~h, you are~" He teased Lan Zhan, though A-Yuan was the one who got flustered instead. "Maybe you can be mum for a while, hm~? What do you think, Lan Zhan~?"
Lan Zhan abruptly grabbed the back of WuXians collar, and yanked him out of Wen Ning and Jin Lings arms. Silently, he dragged him off past fake horrors. WuXian waved cheerfully at the group left behind. He heard someone ask where they were going.
"I think it's to... What do the young people say nowadays? Ah, right, to ''get it on''." That was XiChen. Then there was Wen Ning.
"I th-think tha-at was thirty years ago, Zu-ZuwuJun.."
There is a questioning noice, drowned out by the shriek from three frightened Cultivators. WuXian laughed loudly as he thought he saw Wen Ning and Jin Ling attach themselves to each other, hastily break apart, and then hook on to XiChen and A-Yuan, respectively.
Yup. He definitely enjoyed these weird, modern stuff.
Title: The Scariest There Is
Fandom: Mo Dao Zu Shi
Rating/Warnings: Teen, minor end spoilers, minor hint at sex.
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 999
Summary: Wei WuXian takes his family to a haunted house.
The modern world had a lot to offer, Wei WuXian thought. It was fun to live a long time, and find things to drag his family into.
Like the things called haunted houses, things created by people who had never met a single spirit or demon in their life, for people much the same, meant to scare people. Wei WuXian liked to drag Lan Zhan to them and laugh. Which was rude, he was told, but he was the Yiling Patriarch, most feared of all Cultivators of his time. How was he supposed to be scared of people dressed in silly costumes and machines making weird noises?
It was even more fun to drag the kids into it, though. And Wen Ning had insisted on coming with them, not knowing what he was getting into, when he heard that they were going to an amusement part with A-Yuan. The most unexpected member of their party was ZuwuJun, though. WuXian had not expected the esteemed leader of the Gusu Lan Clan to tag along to an amusement park of all things. Not that he minded at all; the more the merrier!
Wen Ning was clearly regretting his decision, that much became clear from the moment they stepped inside and the first rustle was heard. The fiercest of Fierce Corpses had Wei WuXians arm in a vice grip, and WuXian was pretty sure that he would have some very vibrant bruises as a result. Wen Ning flinched at every sound, and stayed tightly pressed to WuXian. It probably didn't help that Lan Zhan was glowering at the poor Ghost General, either.
Attached to WuXians other arm was Jin Ling, WuXians most adorable (and only) nephew. The young man didn't have as strong a grip as Wen Ning did, but it was pretty strong from centuries of Cultivation, nonetheless. Jin Ling was very decidedly not looking at Wei WuXian, and most assuredly pretending that he wasn't at all scared, even though he pressed into WuXians arm each time he thought he saw something move. He would pull away as soon as he realised that he was clinging so tightly to Wei WuXian, only to be back at it a few moments later.
Lan XiChen, WuXians brother-in-law, was walking at the front, with the garish not-actually-spooky plastic lantern provided them in hand. He looked perfectly at ease, a soft smile on his lips. Each time a person would jump out of their hiding spot, he would give them a polite little nod. It seemed to unsettle most of the workers to notice that he wasn't the least bit surprised.
Lan JingYi was clutching A-Yuans hand tightly in his, another brave soul pretending like he wasn't flinching something violently every time a rattling laugh filled with static was set off via a motion sensor.
Taking up the rear was Lan Zhan, WuXians very dear husband, stoically keeping an eye on all of them. Most of all on Wen Ning, but technically he was watching them all. If anyone strayed, Lan Zhan would notice.
It was funny, all of it.
"You know you don't need to be scared," WuXian said into the darkness of the room. "You're way scarier than anyone else here, A-Ning." He poked Wen Ning in the shoulder. Wen Ning whimpered, and flinched closer as a plastic bat swept over their heads.
"Dad, don't make Uncle Ning sad," A-Yuan scolded. He swung his and JingYis hands a little, at an attempt to ease his rattled friends nerves. WuXian felt Lan Zhans glare shift to his back.
"D-don't be ri-diculous," Jin Ling scoffed with false bravado. "The most terrible one is you, Wei WuXian. Animating corpses whenever you feel like it." There was a bit of a hush in their surroundings, as though the people overhearing didn't know if that was a joke or not.
WuXian laughed. There had been so much more bite in those kind of insults in the past. Now, they were just endearing. "Should I toss you to the next ghost then, Jin Ling?"
Jin Ling paled in the darkness. "Don't you dare..!" WuXian laughed. Jin Ling glared. "Don't mock me!" WuXian laughed more. Jin Ling wasn't letting go of his arm, even as he fumed. Up ahead, WuXian saw XiChen cover a chuckle.
Jin Ling and Wen Ning both froze against WuXians arms, when they heard an eerie voice count.
One....
Two...
Three...
Four...
The voice, a feminine, bleak-sounding one, stopped. Counted again. Got stuck on the four.
"O~h~" WuXian chimed cheerfully. "Auspicious~"
"Isn't it the opposite?" XiChen asked, with a soft tone. His gaze flickered toward his brother. "WanJi, don't glare so."
WuXian followed his gaze, and looked over at Lan Zhan as well. He was glaring directly at WuXian. WuXian felt an excited shiver run down his spine. "What's up, Lan Zhan? Are you jealous? Of me? Over me? Both? Are you upset A-Yuan called me dad instead of you? Heh-he~h, you are~" He teased Lan Zhan, though A-Yuan was the one who got flustered instead. "Maybe you can be mum for a while, hm~? What do you think, Lan Zhan~?"
Lan Zhan abruptly grabbed the back of WuXians collar, and yanked him out of Wen Ning and Jin Lings arms. Silently, he dragged him off past fake horrors. WuXian waved cheerfully at the group left behind. He heard someone ask where they were going.
"I think it's to... What do the young people say nowadays? Ah, right, to ''get it on''." That was XiChen. Then there was Wen Ning.
"I th-think tha-at was thirty years ago, Zu-ZuwuJun.."
There is a questioning noice, drowned out by the shriek from three frightened Cultivators. WuXian laughed loudly as he thought he saw Wen Ning and Jin Ling attach themselves to each other, hastily break apart, and then hook on to XiChen and A-Yuan, respectively.
Yup. He definitely enjoyed these weird, modern stuff.
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